Shortly after the league ended, Mascherano threatened his teammates, who wanted to rest, and accessed Arena.

‘Today, we will break through.’

He didn’t know how Alley Leader did it, but in order for Red Bull America to move to the next area, they needed to kill the monsters called the purple ogres.

“Today, we will kill them using any means,” Mascherano declared in a solemn voice. However, he only received cold gazes and criticism in return.

“You previously guaranteed our rest time. This is a garbage dealer.”

“It is your fault that we can’t kill them, Mascherano.” 

“You really don’t have a video of this monster among the ones Alley Leader sent you?”

The other professional gamers of Red Bull America were furious with Mascherano who limited their rest.

“Why are you doing this? We watched all the videos together. In any case, we have to kill them before we can move onto the next area. It has already been three days. Aren’t we gamers for Red Bull? Didn’t the New York idiots kill them? Shouldn’t we keep up?” As always, Mascherano deflected...